10 comments/ 73621 views/ 38 favorites One Night with My Roommate's Girl By: litlover91 It had been two weeks since I saw her. Naked, that is. She'd come out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and almost ran into me as I was closing my bedroom door. "Oh," she'd said and grabbed her robe from behind the door. "Sorry James. Didn't see you there." I wanted to nod, smile, say that it was okay, but I couldn't move my lips. She was perfect with breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands, a flat stomach and a line of trimmed hair between her legs that was a little darker than the light brown hair on her head. I stood in the hall for a good thirty seconds after she'd closed the door with a sheepish grin before I remembered I needed to go to work. I'd moved into Chad's house a month before this happened. He was a nice enough guy, worked as a personal trainer. He looked like all he did was train, lift, eat and sleep. His girlfriend, Katherine, stayed at the house a few nights a week. She had a degree in Art History and worked at a preschool in town teaching art. From the moment I met her, I wondered what she was doing with a guy like Chad. He was all bulk and mass while she was delicate, small and beautiful. I had tried to mind my own business, go to work, get a few beers with the guys from the shop and come home without thinking of her too much and it worked...until I saw her naked. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about her: her fair skin which smelled like coconuts, her soft hair which I wanted to run my hands through, hell even her feet, which she always had polished. I began jerking off every morning and night, a habit I had stopped when I lost my virginity at sixteen. Vince, another mechanic at the shop, noticed something was off and asked me one day, "What's wrong, Kid?" All they guys called me, "Kid," as, at twenty-two, I was fifteen years younger than the youngest guy there. My dad and Carl, the shop's owner, had served in the Marine Corps. The guys all gave me shit my first week, but since I'd become friends with them all. I shrugged. "Nothing." He nodded. "Women troubles." He left me alone, but when i got home that night, I realized how deep I was in. Chad was working late with a private client so it was just me and Katherine, who was outside on the deck. Chad's dog, Frankie, was sitting by the back door. I let him out and Katherine jumped at the sound of the door. "Sorry," I said and stepped outside. I saw that she was drinking wine with the bottle on the table. She shook her head. "No, it's okay. I just didn't see you there." We had a charcoal grill outside and I noticed new briquettes in it but they weren't lit. "You grilling tonight?" "I was going to, but Chad said he won't be home until tonight. So I'll probably just make some pesto and pasta." "I can light it for you, if you want me to."
 She smiled. "I know how to light a grill." "I—I know. I just..." I stammered. "Do you have plans tonight? I'll cook the chicken and make a salad for us, but it's too much work for just myself." I nodded a bit quicker than I wanted. "Yeah. I mean, no I don't have plans. That would be nice." She smiled and it went straight to my groin. She was so pretty sitting there with no makeup on and her hair pulled back. An image of her on her hands and knees in front of me as I pulled her ponytail and pounded into her dripping wet pussy flashed in my mind. My cheeks flushed. I knew she saw, but didn't say anything. "Would you like a glass of wine? It's a sauvignon blanc." I nodded. "Good because I hate drinking alone. I'll pour you a glass while you light the grill." I nodded again and she smiled again. That night, we stayed up until one in the morning and talked. Chad got home around ten but didn't even come outside to say hello before going to bed. When his bedroom light went off, Katherine sighed. "You okay?" I asked, forgetting about what I'd been about to say. "Oh yeah. I'm fine." "I don't believe that," I said with more confidence than I felt. She raised her eyebrow. "Oh?" "Yeah." "Why not?" "You sounded too sad to be fine. My mom always said she was fine when she wasn't." Katherine smiled. "Yeah, it's what we women do. Because we have do much on our minds that guys never want to hear. So, we say we're fine." "Not all guys." She shrugged and took a sip of wine. We'd long finished the sauvignon blanc and had opened a bottle of cabernet that was better than I expected. I don't know much about wine, but will drink it from time to time. I didn't think she was going to say anything, but then she said, "Sometimes, it's Chad. I...I don't know how to say it, really. It's mostly how much time he spends at the gym. It's great for him, but..." "Leaves little time for you," I finished. Her eyes lit up and she leaned forward. "Exactly! See, that's what he doesn't get. I'm glad he's so committed to what he does and his clients, but I need him too sometimes." "You guys have some fun times." Before I could stop myself, I added, "I heard you last night." Her cheeks flushed and she looked down, but she was smiling. "You can hear us?" "Yeah." My room was just across from theirs and the walls were thin. "Well, I don't hear Chad much. Mostly you." "I can get a bit enthusiastic." "Sounded more like instructions to me." She looked me in the eyes and said, "Sometimes I am more adventurous than Chad." "Oh?" was all I could manage. "Yeah. I like trying new things. Things he doesn't seem to be interested in." "Like?" I couldn't believe we were talking about sex when I'd been picturing her naked and wet for a month. It must have been the wine. "Well, I've had this one idea for a couple of weeks, but..." "What is it?" "Remember when you ran into me that morning after I'd gotten out of the shower?" I felt like I'd swallowed my tongue. She remembered that? I nodded. "Well, I've sort of been fantasizing about someone...watching." "While you and Chad had sex?" She nodded. "I would love to be an exhibitionist, but not know I'm being watched."
 "Okay," I said. "O-okay?" I nodded. "Okay. I'll watch." She blushed. "No, now, I mean you don't have to. It's just a stupid fantasy. I'm perfectly satisfied." "Katie," I said, leaning closer to her. She smelled sweet and dangerous. "I've been thinking of you since that morning too. It's," I laughed, "it's about all I can think of." She looked up at me through her lashes. "Really?" "Yeah. You're gorgeous." She smiled. "Thank you. So, um, you'll watch?" I nodded. "But you won't know when. Forget we even talked about it." She laughed. "Well, that might be asking for too much." She held her glass out. "But you've got a deal." Needless to say, our deal was all I could think of for the next week, but I made myself wait. I let the tension build between me and Katie. I could see her eyes asking me, Tonight? every time she saw me. I got hard each time but made myself act like nothing was different. Finally, Saturday night, eight long nights after our conversation, I couldn't wait any longer. Katie (she was now only Katie in my mind) and Chad went to bed around ten. I was already in their closet, watching through the slats. The moon was full and lit the bedroom better than I'd expected. I could see their figures under the covers and panicked for a second that they would stay under, but then Katie kicked them off. I saw her again in full naked glory. Her tits were round and bouncing with hard nipples. She was straddling Chad. He ran his hands over her body. She put them to her breasts and said, "Pinch my nipples." I pulled my gym shorts and underwear down and took my very hard cock in my hand. I began stroking all eight inches, rubbed the drop of moisture on the tip into the skin and imagined they were my hands on Katie's breasts. "Suck them," she said. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. Chad's lips closed around her left nipple. She began rocking back and forth, her hips gyrating in time to his sucking. "Harder." I rubbed myself harder and panted. Katie looked over at the closet and though she couldn't see me, I knew she knew I was here. "Yes," she moaned louder. "Harder, baby, harder." He switched his mouth to her other nipple and pinched the left with his fingers. I knew how wet that nipple would be and how wet it would make her. Her pussy was soaking by now. She arched her back and moaned. He popped off her tit and said, "Use your mouth on me." She smiled. "Oh you know how I love to take your cock in my mouth." She kissed his lips before crawling down his body. He shifted so she could kneel on her hands and knees next to him. I saw his cock. It was average, smaller than I'd expected and smaller than mine, but Katie didn't seem to mind. She leaned down and swallowed his entire cock. Her ass was pointed in my direction and I watched her bob up and down on Chad's cock. My own was demanding release, but I wanted to cum when she did, so I slowed my strokes, matched them to Katie's rhythm. I closed my eyes and imagined it was her mouth on my cock instead of my hand. Hot and wet and deep she would be. "Oh," I grunted and opened my eyes, but neither of them seemed to hear. Katie pulled back, threw a leg across Chad and sunk her pussy onto his cock. I could hear slurping sounds from her wet pussy and her saliva on his cock. "Oh my god," she breathed. She braced her hands on his chest and began rocking on his dick. Chad's eyes were closed, but Katie was looking at the closet. She licked her lips, moaned and threw her head back. Her fingers started playing with her nipples and moved down to her clit. She would be so tight, I thought, watching as she closed her eyes. Her hand was rubbing faster now, her arm pumping up and down as mine was. "God, I'm so close. Do you want me to cum?" "Yes," I moaned. Chad grunted. She rubbed faster. I pumped my cock harder. A second later, she screamed as hot jets of white cum shot from the tip of my cock and hit the door slats. I stood there, my balls emptying, for a good thirty seconds. Chad had to have cum while Katie and I were because a few moments later, he rolled out of the bed and headed right for me. I froze, my cock still in my hand, and didn't exhale until he went past me, into the bathroom and closed the door. "James?" Katie whispered. I heard Chad turn the faucet on and I opened the closet door as quietly as I could. "Yes?" She was lying on the bed, legs splayed open with cum and pussy juice leaking from her. "Thank you." I nodded and left the room. Though we never repeated that night and I moved out three months later, I still think of Katie and those moments while I was in that closet. One Night with My Roommate's Girl Ch. 02 Four months. It took me four long months of lonely nights, cold showers and many hours of porn until I saw her again. It felt like forever. Where did I run into her? Safeway at ten-thirty on a Thursday night. I'd worked overtime and had gotten off an hour earlier. It had been a very long day dealing with customers in the front office. Our receptionist and two mechanics had caught food poisoning from the taco truck that parked across the street. I'd stopped to grab a rotisserie chicken, a bag of carrots and a bottle of whiskey. It was my go-to dinner on nights when I didn't want to cook or eat fast food. I saw Katie standing in front of the leafy greens in the produce section, hand cart in the crook of her arm and a distant look on her face. I could have grabbed my carrots without her seeing me, but instead I walked over to her. "Katie?" She turned around. "Oh," she said and stared at me for five full seconds before she smiled. "Hey James. How are you?" "Good, thanks. Um, how about you?" She looked as good as ever in a tank top and those tight black yoga pants that clung to every curve of her generous hips and ass. I pictured her riding Chad, bouncing and rocking on his small cock. "Fine." Her cheeks flushed and I got a little stiff. "You and Chad...?" She smiled. "Yeah, we're still together." She laughed, but there was a note of sadness in it. "If it weren't for him, I'd be home in sweats with a glass of wine watching Orange is the New Black. But no, Chad needs kale for his morning smoothie." She looked down and muttered, "And heaven forbid he has to get it." Trouble in paradise, I thought. "How's everything else?" "Good." She glanced into my cart. "Dinner this late?" "Yeah it was a long day." "Hence the whiskey?" I laughed. "No, I glaze the carrots with it." She raised an eyebrow. "Fancy. And it sounds good," she said. "You still working at the shop?" I nodded, "Yeah." She glanced down. "Could I bring my car in? It's been making this weird noise when I put it in gear lately and I hate taking it to the dealer because they charge so much. Plus I trust you." "Weird like how?" She laughed. "I don't know." "Sharp? Low?" "No, it's more like a grinding." "Sure, bring it in. We're busy this week, but you can come in early next week. I'll have my boss look at it. He works on cars more than I do. Give me your number and I'll let you know tomorrow what day you can come down." I pulled my phone out and she rattled off her number. I hadn't planned on getting her number, but I wasn't disappointed either. Another image of Katie naked flashed before my eyes, but this time it was my dick she was on top of. What I would do to her given half the chance. She'd take all eight inches of me and be sore for days. *** Katie came to the shop the next Monday morning. I was the only one there. Vince was on a coffee run and Laura, our receptionist, was at a doctor appointment. Katie walked into the shop wearing a loose tank top and shorts so short, I thought I would see pussy if she spread her legs wide enough. Her hair was still wet and I caught a whiff of her sweet scent. Her lips spread into a smile when she saw me walking toward her. They were the color of raspberries. God help me if I didn't picture them wrapped around my cock head. "I parked in front. I hope that's okay," she said. "That's fine." I opened the door that went from the shop to the office. "There's just a few things I need you to sign. Are you going to wait around for it?" She walked by me and I caught another hint of her scent. "No, I think Chad's coming." She glanced at her phone. I saw a message-free screen. "He said he'd be here. I told him ten so that could mean as late as eleven if he's with a client." She spat the last word out like a curse. "What do you need me to sign?" I grabbed the clipboard and explained what Vince was going to look for. "He'll call you when he's done with the diagnostics. Shouldn't take more than three hours." She smiled and took the pen from me. Her fingertips brushed mine. It was an electric jolt through my body. Standing this close to her was torture. I wanted to lean over, kiss her lips, neck, breasts, grab her waist and push her against the counter. But she wasn't mine to have like that. "Thanks, James." There was a roar I recognized as Chad's truck. A minute later, he opened the door. He was larger than I remembered. His upper arms and chest strained against the thin fabric of his plain white t-shirt and his head was freshly shaved. He walked over to Katie, but didn't kiss, hug or even say hello to her. Instead, he pulled his phone out of gray gym shorts pocket and asked, "You almost done? I got a private client in thirty." She sighed and looked at me. "Do you need anything else from me?" 
"No, I'm all set. Vince'll call you in a while and let you know what he finds." She smiled. "Thanks James." She walked out, two steps behind Chad, who was still looking at his phone. "If she were mine I wouldn't look anywhere else," a voice said into my ear. I jumped around and saw Vince with a stupid smile on his face. "You want to hand me her paperwork or do you need it to wipe the drool off your face?" I shoved the clipboard at him and stomped into the shop. *** "It's all done," I said, the phone clamped against my shoulder as I filled out a work order and waved goodbye to Greg, another mechanic who was clocking out. "Oh my God, thank you so much James," Katie panted. "I—I really appreciate it." "Are you okay?" She laughed. "Yeah, sorry, I'm on the treadmill. It's the only chance I've had this week to run on it without..." She paused and said, "Can I come get it in an hour?" I told her that was fine, said goodbye and hung up, but I couldn't help wondering what she'd wanted to say. Katie was hot—great body with just enough wiggle for a guy to hold onto as you pounded into her moist pussy and a pretty face with brown eyes, plump lips and hair long enough to pull. She had been with Chad for a few months before I moved in. It was a hell of a lot longer than I'd been with any of my exes. But none of them had been anything like Katie. "Back to work, Kid," Vince said. I turned around and saw him standing with the door to the shop half open. The next hour stretched out and I couldn't stop myself from looking at the driveway. Finally, I heard Chad's truck. "That's one hell of a lift kit," Vince said as he wiped his hands, but there was no appreciation in his voice. The truck resembled its owner: it looked like it was on steroids. Katie walked in by herself and ten seconds later, the truck's engine revved and faded as it drove away. "Hey James." I grabbed a rag and scrubbed my hands. I felt like a grease monkey while she stood there looking cool and perfect. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. "Hey yourself. So I just need one signature and you'll be all set." We walked towards the shop door. When I opened it for her, she turned around and said in surprise, "Thank you." I shrugged. "Where I'm from, men always open the door." "My dad does for my mom and me, but Chad never has. He just barrels through and trusts I'll follow." She readjusted her sunglasses in a nervous gesture. I knew she didn't want it to be a big deal, but it was. God, she deserves better, I thought. Better? a spiteful voice asked. Look at you. Skinny, barely taller than she is with almost no muscle. You always have grease under your fingernails which would smear on her clothes and mar her skin. You went to college online while she went to a private university. She knows art and history and works with children while you don't even know how to spell Picasso let alone name one of his paintings and spend your days hunched over with your head inside engines. She's champagne, bubbly and light and refreshing, and you're a can of beer, cheap, common and flat. There's no way she'd ever go for you. I knew that voice was right, that it had just said every doubt I'd had since that night in the closet every time I'd closed my eyes and imagined Katie with me. But knowing didn't make me want to throw something any less. I shoved the papers at her and asked, "How will you be paying?" She pulled out her wallet. "Credit card." I looked at the name on the card. "Is this your dad's?" She nodded. "Is that okay?" "Yeah, I mean usually no, but I know you—" Her eyebrow lifted and I stammered, "Well I—I think I do. I know who you are, is what I meant." "Relax," she laughed. "It's okay." She glanced down and picked at the counter's peeling edge. "I've always felt like I've known you, at least better than I'd expect considering how short of a time I've known you." She looked up into my eyes. "That night, when you were in the closet, was the best night. It's the only time..." My eyes widened. She'd never cum except for that night? "With Chad." She laughed nervously, her cheeks flushed. "God, I'm sorry, I don't know why I just said that." "No," I said too quick to come off nonchalant, though I suspected that was not how she'd ever describe me, "it was, well it was great. And it's been about all I could think about these past few months." "Oh, it's not why you moved out, is it?" she asked with genuine concern. "No, I really had planned to stay there for three or four months anyway until I found something closer to here." She exhaled. "Good. Because at first I'd feared you moved out because it would have been awkward." It would have been, I thought, but I would have dealt with it to still be around you. "But then I wondered if you'd moved out because doing it again would have been too tempting. Well it or...or more..." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper and her pupils were dilated. My cock was hard. I swallowed. "I'd, um, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was also a reason. The second one." She smiled and flicked her eyes up to mine. "Who knows what will happen, right?" She grabbed the papers and her keys off the counter, smiled, turned and left me speechless. What the hell had I gotten myself into and why could I not wait to find out? *** I waited an entire day to text her. I'd told myself to wait two, but know even as I made it that the expectation was too high. It was a simple text though it took me five minutes to get right: Hey its james. U want 2 get a drink 2nite? She responded not even three minutes later: No. I want you to cum over here. I got hard. Was that I good idea, I wondered. Was it any worse than getting a drink, which was only going to postpone the inevitable. What time? I asked her. 8? C u then :) My hand rubbed my hard cock through my pants. I closed my eyes, leaned back against my couch and went to unzip my pants. I pulled my hand away. Better to let it build up for tonight. *** Three hours later, I rang the doorbell of the house I used to live in. I knew there was no established rule for what to bring to a girl's boyfriend's house when you were hoping to fuck her, so I brought a bottle of wine. She opened the door, one hand on Frankie's collar. "Hey James, come in." I pet Frankie's head as he sniffed me and handed her the wine. "Here." She smiled. "Thanks. You must be a mind reader. I've been craving red all evening but only had white and was too unmotivated to go to the store." She turned and asked, "You want a glass?" "Sure, thanks." I followed her into the kitchen, watching the two perfect globes of her ass bounce with each step in her tight black shorts. She had to stand on her toes to grab the wineglasses from the upper cabinet, the muscles in her calves straining, and I wanted to thank whoever put them there. She popped the bottle open, poured and handed me a glass. "To new experiences," she toasted. I smiled. "New experiences." After sipping, I asked, "Where's Chad tonight?" She sighed, "He's at a retreat. It's some cleanse he's doing with a couple clients." "A cleanse? What the fuck is that?" She laughed. "They drink juice for five days and do a lot of yoga or something. It's supposed to get rid of all the toxins in our bodies from greasy, fattening foods, alcohol and pollution." "All the good stuff." "Yeah, basically...So what have you been up to?" "Not much. Working a lot. How's your car running?" "Great, thanks again."

I shrugged. "I wasn't the one who worked on it." "Well, I appreciate you getting me in quick." She smiled and all I could think of was kissing her, pinning her against the counter, ripping her shorts and underwear off and exposing her wet pussy. I looked down. Was she even wearing underwear? My dick stiffened. "What have you been doing?" "About the same. Working at the preschool still, which I love. The kids crack me up. School's going well." She laughed. I know it's a Master's program, but some of the people..." Her eyes widened as she sipped her wine. "I just don't understand how they got their Bachelor's let alone an acceptance into the Master's." I smiled not knowing what else to do. So far out of your league, that spiteful voice hissed. You barely made it through the basics and she's getting a fucking Master's! Brains, beauty and dear God, that ass. Whole fucking package. She tiled her head. "What are you thinking about?" "Why?" "The look on your face." She pulled her features down and said in a deep voice, "So serious." "I...I was thinking what it would be like to kiss you." She didn't say anything, didn't even move, for a good twenty seconds. I feared I was too bold, that somehow I'd misread the entire situation, that all she'd wanted was a friend and a glass of wine. Just when I'd given up hope, ready to turn with my tail or my dick between my legs, she set her glass on the counter and walked over. She was so close that her breasts crushed against my chest and her breath fanned against my face. It was sweet and heady from the wine and I could smell that fruity shampoo. I set my glass on the counter and grabbed her hips, my fingers gripping her flesh, and pulled her a little closer. It didn't matter, there was no such thing as too close. Staring at me, she licked her lips and said, "I have one condition: you can't kiss my lips." I nodded. If she'd said I had to dress up like a wolf and howl at the moon, I would have thrown my head back without hesitating. "Okay." She took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat close but not quite touching on the same cushion. Looking down, she said, "I've always wanted to masturbate with someone watching. Chad thinks it's weird, but I can't help it. Just thinking about it gets me wet." I nodded. "Okay. I'm up for whatever you want." She scooted back a bit and brought her hands to her breasts. She played with them for a few moments before pulling her top off. Her stomach was flat, toned and paler than her arms. I wanted to lick from her collarbone down to the top of her shorts, paying special attention to the perfect circle of her belly button. Her bra was blue with black lace over the cups. It was sexy and tantalizing. She teased me, easing the straps over her arms, cupping her heavy tits, kneading them and pulling at the nipples. She held the bra with one arm while the other reached behind and unhooked it. She bit her lip as she peeled the cups from her skin. "Do you like looking at my tits?" I nodded. "Then why don't you touch yourself?" She looked at my dick straining against my pants. "I want you to masturbate too." I began rubbing my dick through my pants. "Good because I was going to cum just watching you." "I bet you want to touch my tits." I nodded again and reached out, but she playfully smacked my hand away. "Oh no, that's not a part of our agreement." She winked. "Play by the rules or I stop." "No. I—I'll be good." She smiled. "I know." With a wink, she threw the bra on the ground and held her naked breasts in her hands. Her nipples were hard little dark pink pebbles and all I could think about was sucking them. "God, you have great tits," I said. She smiled. "I know. They may be a bit small, but—" "They're perfect," I panted and began rubbing my cock harder. She looked down and said, "Unzip your pants." I quickly obeyed but as I went to pull them down, she said, "No, that's enough for now." I did as she said and left my fly open but my pants on. "You're a fucking tease." "I know. But trust me, it'll be worth it." She spread her legs. Her shorts were so tight and stretched, I could see the outline of her pussy lips. If it was possible, I got harder. She squished her tits together and licked a nipple. I groaned and she bit her lip. One hand came down to her pussy and she rubbed it through her shorts. "Okay," she panted a minute later, "take your pants off but leave your underwear." I did what she said without hesitating. My cock tented my boxers and I could see the drop of precum on the fabric. Her hand was inside her shorts and I could smell her arousal, musky and potent and sweet. "Oh, oh God James. You're so big." "Take your shorts off," I said roughly. She lifted her ass off the couch and peeled them down her legs. Her underwear matched the bra she'd been wearing, but it was only a scrap of material. She was shaved and smooth. Her fingers played with her lips through her panties. For a minute we just stroked ourselves, our eyes on the other's hand. I closed my eyes and imagined her hands on my cock and my hands on her pussy. "Now," she moaned. I didn't need to ask what she meant. I pulled my boxers off, finally freeing my cock, and she tugged her underwear down. I stared at her pussy, finally bare to me. I remembered that strip of groomed hair from seeing her naked after the shower, but now it was glistening with her arousal, not water. My cock ached for release as I watched her insert two fingers in her gaping hole while her other hand rubbed her clit. She was so wet that a small dark spot formed underneath her on the couch. I gripped my cocked and timed my rhythm to hers. She moaned, "I'm going to cum, James." "Yes," I grunted, knowing I was about five seconds from cumming myself. Her moans filled my ears and the scent of her arousal filled my nose. She closed her eyes, rubbed her clit harder, scrunched up her face and came. I immediately followed, thick milky streams of cum spurting from my dick. I felt like I bursted blood vessels I came so hard. When I opened my eyes, she was leaning against the couch, a lazy smile on her face. "Wow James. That was...intense." "Yeah," I panted, still not recovered. "So, what other fantasies do you have?" One Night with My Roommate's Girl Ch. 03 I walked into work Monday morning and Vince immediately said, "Someone got laid." I cursed myself for not playing it cooler. Who was I kidding? I smiled. Vince was like an uncle to me and he knew I'd never had much success with girls. "Yeah." "Who?" Tommy, another mechanic, asked. "Did you fuck her ass?" I wanted to punch him for saying something so crude about Katie, but slowed myself. He didn't know her and she wasn't mine. And with these guys, nothing was off limits. "No." "But you did fuck her?" "What the fuck else would I have done to her?" I snapped. Tommy slapped my shoulder. "Good for you, man. 'Bout time." He walked into the office. I turned around and went to my clipboard of orders for the day, hoping Vince wouldn't say anything. I wasn't lucky. "You didn't fuck her, did you?" he asked in a fatherly way. I shook my head. "Nope. But what we did was almost better." He shook his head and clapped my shoulder. "You've got it bad, Kid." "What?"
 "You really like this girl. I can tell. But she's the one with the boyfriend who's got the small dick lifted truck, right? The one whose Beemer I had to work on last week even though we were swamped?" "Yeah," I muttered. "Her name's Katie." He laughed for a second but shut up at the look on my face. "Sorry, Kid, but you've got no hope with this one." "She's..." Amazing. Smart. Funny. Intoxicating. Too good for me. All were true but I knew saying any one would only get more pity from Vince. "Kid, have fun, enjoy it—whatever it is—while it lasts and prepare for the worst. Because you already are in with this girl and unless she feels the same way for you, you're going to get hurt when this is over. But," he sighed, "you'll fuck a couple of girls who remind you of her—or not—and get over it eventually." I nodded. "I guess." "Trust me. Been there, done that. Some girls pull you in and even though you know nothing will last, there's not a damn thing you can do to stop." He smiled and nodded at the clipboard. "Now get to work." *** I worked all day and would be lying if I said my concentration was more on the bikes than remembering my night with Katie. I got off at seven and stopped by Safeway. I checked the produce section, but Katie wasn't there. Before I thought about it too much, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted her: u busy? I grabbed a package of chicken breasts, salad mix and a six pack of Sierra Nevada, and made it to the checkout line before she texted back. @ chads 2nite. Why? My stomach dropped. "Sir?" I looked up and stared at the young checker. "Seventeen twenty-eight." I pulled a twenty out of my pocket. He made change and handed me the plastic bag with my groceries. "Have a good night," he said. "Thanks," I muttered. It wasn't his fault that Katie was with Chad tonight, that I wouldn't see her, touch her, hold her or kiss her until fuck only knew when. I walked to my truck, threw the bag onto the passenger seat and drove home. I wasn't through my front door before I cracked a beer open and drank half. "Fuck," I growled. I closed my eyes and imagined Katie on the couch, her hands down her shorts, playing with her clit. I could almost smell her in the room. My cock stiffened in my pants at the same time my stomach growled. First things first, I thought. I stood and walked into the kitchen. I put the chicken in a pan, dumped some salad in a bowl, covered it with ranch dressing and ate it with the rest of my beer. I waited for the chicken and ate that over the sink. As I was loading the dishwasher, an idea came to me, but it was so crazy, I dismissed it. No, I thought, there's no way I could possibly...But the more I rolled it around in my brain, I began to wonder if it was that out there. I mean, she'd wanted me to watch her that first time. Before I could second-guess myself, I grabbed my keys and got into my truck. It was almost nine and not many people were on the road, so I made good time. As I drove, I went over all the reasons this was a bad idea: it was illegal, they could already be asleep, someone could see me and they might not even have sex tonight. But I didn't turn around. I parked two streets away and walked to Chad's. The lights in the back of the house were on where the kitchen and family room were. I crept around the side and prayed Frankie wasn't in the backyard. Thank God, he didn't come at me from the shadows as I opened and closed the gate as quietly as I could. My heart started pounding. This is so fucking stupid, that voice hissed. You could get arrested if someone sees you. I crept around, careful to move slowly and stay close to the side of the house. I peered around the corner and saw them both in his bedroom across the deck from me. She was wearing a gray tank top and those yoga pants that drove me nuts. Of course he had on a t-shirt and gym shorts. She smiled at something he said, walked over and kissed him. His hands rested on her hips. She stood on her toes and he smacked her ass. I could almost feel the wiggle under my palm. "Please," I whispered. They moved to the living room. I heard them talking through the open kitchen window but couldn't make out any specific words. The blood pounding in my ears was too loud. I jumped onto the deck and hid behind one of the closed curtains. It gave me the perfect view of the couch against the opposite wall. They sat down and unfortunately, turned on the TV and channel surfed until settling on a rerun of House. I tried to steady my breathing and find a comfortable position because it seemed like it would be a while before they went to bed. I had stayed in the same position with my shoulder cramping for almost fifty minutes because they watched a whole episode before the real show began. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He turned, smiled and kissed her on the lips. But this was no quick peck. His hands came up to her face and cupped her cheeks. She shifted so that she was facing him, which gave them both better access. She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tugged her onto his lap and kissed her neck. I rubbed my hard cock through my pants. She pulled her top off and I was happy to see she was braless. Though I couldn't see her tits, I watched Chad lower his mouth to one of what had to be her perky red nipples and suck. She threw her head back. I heard her moan as her hips ground against him. Though Katie had great tits, they were nothing compared to her ass. They were pert and a mouthful, but her ass...her ass was a fucking work of art, made for slapping and begging for my cock to pound into it. I reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. I was rock hard and smeared the pre-cum around my swollen head. She scooted down his lap onto the floor so that she was kneeling in front of him. She tugged his shorts off. His cock made a nice tent in his navy blue boxer briefs. She leaned over and sniffed his dick. "You like that baby?" he asked as he tugged on her hair. Her lips closed around his dick through his underwear and, in answer, she moaned. "Suck me," he said. She reached up and pulled his underwear of, exposing his hard dick. It was a little bigger than I remembered from my night in his closet, but I still had a good three inches on him. I heard her say, "I love sucking your cock. But I really want to ride you tonight." He pushed her head down. "Suck me for a bit then ride me." She instantly complied. I watched her head bob up and down and matched my hand's rhythm to hers. I closed my eyes. I could almost imagine it was Katie's moist mouth on my dick, that I was the one she knelt in front of, that it was my hands tangled in her hair, and my dick her pussy was about to fuck. When I opened my eyes, she was pulling her pants down—she had no underwear on either—and climbing onto his lap. She spread her legs, braced her hands on his shoulders and sank on top of his dick. Leaning over, she kissed him before her hips began rocking faster. "You like that?" she asked. "Fuck yeah," he growled and smacked her ass. She moaned. I pumped my hand faster. It was earthy, as if the sound came from her pussy instead of her throat. I closed my eyes and thought of her on top of me. I remembered her pussy's smell, the musty, overwhelming scent of her. I wanted to do so much more than watch. I wanted to shove my fingers inside her wet hole, feel her walls clench around them, lick her pink slit and wrap my lips around her swollen clit. Chad slapped her ass again. I opened my eyes at the crack. Her head was back, his hand tugging her hair, and from her moans, I knew she was close. I pumped my hand harder as she moaned, "God, fuck yes. Oh, baby, fuck me." She curled into herself and let out a low growl. Chad and I knew she was cumming and followed her lead. I shot thick streams of cum on the deck, aiming away from the glass slider door at the last second. When I opened my eyes, they were kissing. Getting ready for round two, I thought, but then he grabbed her hips and lifted her off him. His dick was slick with pussy juice and semen, and he grabbed his t-shirt. She walked naked to the kitchen, bent over and took a bottle of water out of the fridge. After a long drink, she smiled at him. "That was great, babe." I stood in the dark, my own limp dick in my hand, and was overcome with a sense of shame. What had I just done? I was disgusted with myself and promised I would never do anything like it again.